Música do Dia: The Mission – Butterfly on a wheel

Silver and gold, and it’s growing cold
auttum leaves lay as thick as thieves
shivers down your spine
chill you to the bone, ‘cos the mandolin wind
is the melody that turns your heart to stone
the heat of your breath
carving shadows on the mist
every angel has the wish
that she’s never been kissed
a broken dream haunting in your sleep
and hiding in your smile
a secret you must keep
love cuts you deep

love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

there’s no scarlet in you
lay your veil down for me
as sure as god made wine
you can’t wrap your arms
around a memory
take warmth from me
cold auttum winds cut
sharp as a knife
and in the dark for me, you’re the candle flame that
flickers to life

love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
love will break the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

wise men say
all is fair in love and war
and there’s no right or wrong in the design of love
and i could only watch
as the wind crushed your wings
broken and torn
crushed like a flower under the snow
and like the flower in the spring
love will rise again
to heal your wings

love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel